Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.